“I Thought I Was 50% Irish. Turns Out, I’m Just 19% — But 100% Proud”
Every St. Patrick’s Day, I find myself transported back to a once-in-a-lifetime trip — the kind of journey you don’t just remember, you feel in your bones. Years ago, I flew to Ireland with my dad and his brother, Phil Doocy — my godfather, and the father of Dallas legend Matt Doocy — to trace our family’s roots.
Growing up, I always believed I was 50% Irish, 50% Swedish. A clean split. A proud balance. But as it turns out… Irish records and DNA results later revealed I’m just 19% Irish. Surprised? So was I. But as I like to say — beats 0%, am I right?
Truth is, it didn’t matter. The green hills of Ireland still felt like home. The cobblestone streets, the warm locals, the stories buried in the stone walls — they welcomed me not for my percentages, but for my heart.
It was, without question, 100% one of the best trips of my life.
We laughed. We explored. We honored those who came before us. And now, as I raise a glass of green beer each March, I can’t help but think of Dad and Uncle Phil — two men who shaped me in ways no DNA test ever could. I miss them both, dearly. God rest their souls.
So today, if you’re feeling even a little bit Irish — even 1% — join me in lifting a glass to our forefathers and foremothers. Because when it comes to heritage, it’s not about the numbers… it’s about the love we carry forward.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, from my family to yours.
Sláinte! 🍀
📍P.S.
If you’re tracing your roots or just celebrating with friends, remember this: You don’t need a perfect ancestry breakdown to feel connected. Sometimes, the smallest percentage carries the deepest pride.
👉 Original post by Steve Doocy on Facebook:
